"Ah, there's a laugh," Jack said with a grin, because he always liked those things, the smiles and laughs from Andrew, that showed he was happy, that chased away the sadness that sometimes lingered about the edges of his best friend.
His arms curled around Andrew, strong against his back as he tucked the other boy closer to him, and rolled his hips a bit. His rocking motions were almost slow - almost, because it was hard to be positively slow when he was turned on. "We've been missing out on a lot," he said as he brushed his head to Andrew's temple. "Being daft and oblivious is hard work."